Please no flames on this one. I got this idea about an old Carolina legend. I have heard it many times growing up and I always liked it. It was always sweet. I can never remember the exact name of the legend (if you know then PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME! I spent 30 minutes on the internet looking. But I could not find it.) but the run down is kinda like Romeo and Juliet but not really. I mean it is but it has a more native American spin (well not really since this was written at the two waaaay different times. Way before Shakespeare) to it. But anyways I was reading on wattpad and It just came to me. SO i know this was a long intro but I hope you like the story. (PLEASE PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE IT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU ON THIS ONE)
Merida was hunting in the forest. Her bow and arrow cocked and ready to shoot at the first sign of movement. She ran swiftly and soundlessly. She landed on a tree stump and stopped and looked around. She was in the neutral territory between the tribes of Berk and Dunbroch. This was the one area they could meet and talk without trying to kill each other. They had a pact. No one can claim the neutral territory and anyone can pass through. If you are in the other tribes territory you are fair game.
She stopped. She saw a brown lump move. She cocked and shot. Just enough to pin it to a tree. She ran over and stopped. It was a boy. A skragly haired stick to be exact. She walked over and freed him. She had luckily only caught his loose fitting shirt with the arrow. She asked if he was okay and he was and they told each other what tribes they were from. They talked and walked for a while and eventually left each others company.
They met together for months until one day they decide to make a promise. They made a promise to never love another as long as they live. With the witch as their witness it is done. But this does not fair well with the tribe leaders. Tensions had grown fierce between the two nations. A week from the promise the two had made the tribes went to war.
The two were forced apart and were to never see each other again. Merida begged her father and mother but they refused. Hiccup had done the same to his but with the same result. They meeted one last time in the woods in a cave. They agreed to meet there in a weeks time to run away together.
When Hiccup returned he found Merida had been captured by his kin. He pleaded with his father to let her go but nothing worked. He would not let her go. He would meet with her at night and they would talk. But she always assured him that everything would be fine but he never believed her.
The night before her ecxeution the clan had a feast. During this joyous event Hiccup sneaked through the jail and freed Merida. They ran through the woods until they reached the spot where they had met. They stood together and caught their breath. Before they could scream they were both shot with an array of arrows coming from both sides. Both clans had hit one of the two.
The archers brought the King and the Queen to show them. Upon seeing their children dead, both parents decided to call a truce and make peace. To honor the two they planted two oak trees where they had been killed.
Years had gone by and the truce was still strong. The trees that the clan leaders had planted grew tall and strong but something peculiar had happened. The trees grew and a single limb from each tree grew out towards the other tree. As if they were reaching out to each other. The tree limbs grew and grew until they outstretched limbs became one. The two trees connected and looked like one tree all together.
Today the trees still stand as a symbol of how two different people had come follow their hearts and not let others stand in their way.
